“Okay!” I giggle, waving him off. “We get it. Your mama was a saint. But don’t change the subject. Why are we the only ones in this classroom, and how did you manage to get my schedule changed?”
His grin gets wider when the classroom door opens again, admitting Jude. He closes it and flips the lock, making his way over to lean against the solid wood desk at the front of the room. “Ididn’t do anything,” Mack says gleefully, practically bouncing in his seat.
Jude looks immensely pleased with himself and not the least bit remorseful for meddling in my schedule as he shrugs. “What’s the point of sucking up to the dean if I can’t use his favor to my advantage once in a while.”
I just shake my head, somehow both extremely flattered and completely unsurprised they would do something like this. Mack drops down into the seat I saved for him, a mischievous smile on his face. “What’s that lookfor?” I whisper.
He places a single finger up to his lips, winking at me.
“Alright you two, this is still a class, so I expect you to get your work done. This isn’t an excuse for you to coast by and think I’ll pass you because you’re cute,” Jude says pointedly, glancing between me and Mack.
Mack places a hand on his cheek, pasting a sickly sweet expression on his face. “Professor Carter,” he coos. “I knew you liked me.”
Jude just sighs, sitting at his desk and pulling out a stack of papers and a red pen.
The room is silent except for the turning pages for at least ten minutes, and I’ve just started to relax into the monotony of schoolwork when one of Mack’s giant hands lands on my thigh. I glance at him in question but he shakes his head, so I turn back to my paper.
His hand glides up a few more inches so it just brushes the edge of my skirt. Did I choose this outfit specifically knowing I had a class with Jude today with the intent to torture him a little bit? Maybe. But I couldn’t have guessed two of my alphas would have orchestrated a completely empty room to hold that class in.
Mack’s cotton candy scent gets infinitely sweeter as his hand glides further up, just barely grazing my panties. They’re not the scent blocking kind, so my scent is drenching this corner of the room, and at this rate it won’t be long until the whole classroom smells like apples, honey, and a horny omega. Mack bites down on his free hand to conceal a groan and I jump when his fingers circle my clit with the gentlest pressure. He uses the hand on my panties to push my thighs further apart and my eyes dart to Jude, seeing he isn’t paying any attention to us at the moment.
My focus is torn between Jude and Mack, unsure which part of this is turning me on more. After picking up those books at the signing I wanted to see what all the fuss was about so I read one and all I’ve been able to think about sinceis Jude fucking me on his desk and bringing to life this new student-teacher fantasy I have. Mack couldn’t possibly know about that, so he probably just wants to mess with his pack lead.
When his fingers tease the edge of my panties, I give the barest nod, thrilled by the sharp inhale he takes in response. He leans in, kissing my cheek and then placing his lips against my ear. “That’s my good girl.”
I shudder, slick completely soaking my panties and sending a fresh wave of perfume through the space. Jude must finally smell it because his head snaps up just as Mack’s thick finger breaches my entrance. I whimper and wiggle in my seat, trying desperately to get him deeper without asking out loud.
He chuckles, eyes darting between me and the professor. “So wet for me already. Should we put on a show for Jude? Show him what he’s missing?”
I can’t speak, instead bitting down hard on my bottom lip and nodding as another thick finger slides in along with the first. My gasp is loud in the quiet room, but I barely hear it over the thundering of my heart and McKenzie’s rumbling purr. My panties are still in place but pushed to the side so he has access, and I can’t help but wonder what, if anything, my surliest alpha can see.
The answer comes seconds later when Jude growls, slamming his hands on the desk. “Take her panties off,” he barks at Mack. My body jolts, reacting to the command even though it wasn’t directed at me. An alpha’s bark will almost always work on an omega or beta, forcing them to bend to the alpha’s will. But it rarely works on another alpha. The strength of their bark would have to be extreme for it to force another alpha to comply. Mack clearly isn’t affected by the bark, but follows the directive anyway, ripping my panties off with his free hand.
Jude doesn’t come closer, but instead rounds his desk to lean back against the solid wood, his hands gripping the edge so hard his knucklesturn white.
Mack’s fingers haven’t stopped moving, pumping in and out of me and hitting a spot that makes me clench around him. His pupils are blown wide with lust, scent thick in the air and the tent in his shorts could rival an actual tent. He catches me looking and bites his lip, running the hand still clutching my panties down his thick length with a grunt.
“Think you can stay quiet if I tell you to ride Mack’s knot, doll?”
My eyes go wide, locking on Jude’s in shock. He wants me to fuck McKenziehere? Now?
Jude has a wicked smirk on his face, brown eyes slightly feral and daring me to finish this game we’ve started.
I look to Mack in question, leaving it up to him. He started this, I just need to know how far he wants to take it. Rather than answer with words, he pulls his fingers out of me and grips me by the hips, lifting me out of the chair to sit in his lap facing the front of the room. “What do you say, gorgeous?” His breath ghosts across my neck as he whispers between kisses. “Should we give the good professor something to fantasize about every time he sees you in one of these desks?”
“Yes,” I whimper, bringing my hands up to lock behind McKenzie’s neck. His hands fumble around behind my lower back and he lifts briefly.
“Lift your hips for me.”
I do, and he guides me backwards, lining his erection up with my core. I’ve already been with him before, but I’m still not prepared for the stretch and inhale sharply as I sink down onto his length. “Hold your skirt up,” Mack whispers huskily. “Let him see how well you take me.”
A whine escapes my throat, making Mack growl and Jude jolt forward. I drag my skirt up and tuck it into my waistband so my professor can see everything, trying to ignore the lingering embarrassment over doing something so intimate in such a public setting. But then Jude groans, stroking a handdown his erection, and all notions of decorum fly out the window.
Knowing we’re being watched spurs me into action. I lift up and quickly drop back down, gasping when Mack bottoms out inside me. “Oh my god, McKenzie,” I moan.
My fingers tangle in his hair and he groans, burying his face in my neck. “Fucking love it when you say my name, pretty girl.”
“Is that why you told me to call you McKenzie and not Mack?” I pant.
